What Is Ian Dunn Doing Now
If you’re like me, you’ve probably woken up in a cold sweat at 3 AM, wondering, “What the heck is Ian Dunn up to these days?” I mean, everyone has that one friend—or maybe a f...
If you’re like me, you’ve probably woken up in a cold sweat at 3 AM, wondering, “What the heck is Ian Dunn up to these days?” I mean, everyone has that one friend—or maybe a former coworker—who just vanished from their social feeds like a ninja in a hoodie. Ian Dunn is that guy for a surprising number of people, and the rumors are all over the place.
First, let’s clear up who Ian Dunn even is. He’s not a Hollywood star or a tech billionaire—though he once tried to fix his boss’s printer with a butter knife, which is practically the same level of bravery. He’s that dude from your old college group chat who always posted memes about parking tickets and deadline dread. The last time anyone heard from him was two years ago, when he posted a blurry photo of a squirrel stealing his sandwich.
So, what’s the deal? Well, word on the street—and by "street," I mean a deeply unreliable chain of texts from his cousin’s ex—says Ian moved to a tiny town in Oregon. He’s apparently living the slow life in a cabin with no Wi-Fi, which is like telling a fish it can live in a tree. For a guy who once set his alarm for 4 AM just to catch a limited-edition sneaker drop, this is a plot twist worthy of a soap opera.
But here’s the kicker: he’s not just sitting around braiding pine needles. Ian Dunn is now training service dogs for veterans. I know, right? The same Ian who once fell asleep watching a three-hour documentary about paint drying is now a canine wrangler. He posts once a month on his private Instagram—shared only with his mom—showing a golden retriever named Peanut balancing a treat on its nose. It’s the kind of wholesome content that makes you want to hug your own dog (if you have one) or cry into a pillow (if you don’t).
Of course, the transition wasn’t smooth. Friends say Ian initially tried to “hustle” in the wilderness, attempting to start a subscription box for hand-carved spoons. The business failed after three weeks because, as he put it, “People don’t want a spoon that looks like a sad potato.” He now jokes that his biggest achievement is not burning down the cabin when he tried to microwave a burrito without reading the instructions. Classic Ian.
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You might be thinking, “But how does he make money?” Excellent question, and the answer is as mundane as it is genius. He sells digital templates for spreadsheets—specifically, ones for tracking sourdough starter feedings. Yes, there is a market for that, and apparently, it pays better than his old job in customer service. He once told a friend, “I now get paid more to tell people when to feed their yeast than I did to explain why their internet was down.” Life is weird, folks.
Here’s the part that makes you nod with recognition: Ian still overshares in the most relatable ways. Last month, he texted the group chat a photo of a raccoon trying to break into his trash can at 2 AM, captioned, “My new boss is a real jerk.” He also admitted to spending four entire hours trying to name a new puppy, only to settle on “Steve.” When someone asked why Steve, he replied, “Because he looks like he owes me money.” It’s the kind of logic that makes you smile because you’ve definitely done something similar.
And forget about his love life. Ian Dunn is reportedly dating a local librarian named Clara, who “smells like old books and patience.” They met when he tried to return a book three years late—he claimed a squirrel stole it—and she just laughed. According to Ian, their first date was at a diner where they shared a slice of pie and argued about whether pineapple on pizza is a crime. He says she’s the only person who finds his habit of narrating his own life (like a sports announcer) endearing. We’re all happy for him, even though we’re also a little jealous of that level of acceptance.
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So, is Ian Dunn living the dream? Honestly, it depends on your definition of dream. He doesn’t drive a fancy car—he rides a bike with a basket that holds Steve the puppy. He hasn’t worn a tie in 18 months, and his most stressful decision is whether to hike left or right on a trail. But he’s also the guy who once cried over a spilled latte at work, so this is a massive upgrade. If you ask him what he’s doing now, he’ll probably say, “Just trying not to get eaten by a bear, one spreadsheet at a time.”
And that, my friends, is the perfect answer. Ian Dunn is out there, living his best weird life, and we’re all just scrolling through our phones, wondering if we should also run off to a cabin with a dog named Steve. The takeaway? Sometimes the guy who seems lost is actually the one who found his way. Or, as Ian might put it, “I finally figured out that the search for happiness is just a really long walk with a poop bag.”
So next time you’re stuck in traffic or arguing with a spreadsheet, just remember: Ian Dunn is out there, training dogs and selling sourdough templates. And he’s probably laughing at you—in the kindest way possible.
